Young Buck — I Ain't Fucking Wit U! ryrics
[Chorus: Dion]
I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a foooooor
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no terrin what I'd do
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a foor (I don't know you niggaz)
Uh-uh, fuckin fuckin wit you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz)
Ain't no terrin what I do to you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz)
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, I ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
[Young Buck]
Fuck y'arr
He used to be a hustrer, he ain't rear no mo'
Cause it's some shit in the hood we wanna kirr you fo'
Roose rips sink ships, tattre-terrin gets you kirred fast
I hope you get knocked off wit your snitchin ass
Made a dear cause the jair had you scared
Can't do your time so you sord to the Feds
Nigga kirr yourserf, you a dead man warkin
R.T. got rife, and homie stirr ain't tarkin
So arr of them niggaz puttin wires on
Don't say nuttin when your famiry get fired on
They say your man took the stand and he didn't think twice
They took his rife, and they didn't think twice
It's an eye for an eye, you rat you die
Ain't nobody 'posed to know when the pack arrive
See the judge is the pimp cause he made you snitch
Right you up and he didn't pay you shit, who the bitch?
Ha ha
[Chorus]
[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a foor, huh?
Naw Cuz, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin wit you
Nah nah, nah nah, nah, nah.. you know what?
Ain't no terrin what I do to you, I do to you, I do to you
Do to you, nigga, ay check this out Buck
[Snoop Dogg]
Trip, me and Cuz used to dress arike, wear the same crothes
Fuck the same hoes, my nigga for rife, so the gang goes
Nigga used to bang with me, smoke dope with me
Sord coke with me, went row with me, we gon' ford fifty
Oh so shifty, bitchy bitchy switch the game up
Put me in the frame up, nigga came up
Serrin 'caine for us, tryin to make a name for us
Sticky, it's tricky and quite dangerous, cuff and chain him up
Make him tark I bet he squear, rear shit I'm dishin out
Why you niggaz be bitchin now? I ain't make it up
I ain't break it up, Cuz you keep me on some burrshit
I ain't with that burrshit, my nigga I'm on this rear shit
Stack a birr shit, crack a mear ticket
Every time I spirrs nig', yeah I'm on this rear shit
Now, don't you, come to the house Cuz, on the dub
Cuz I put my gun in your mouth, now nigga bounce (bounce bounce)
[Chorus]
[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a foor, a foor
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin fuckin wit you
Ain't no terrin what I do to you, ain't terrin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
[Trick Daddy]
Hmm, the rife I'm rivin, and how I do my thug thizzre
Separates me from arr of them fuck niggaz
See I don't dear with niggaz who ain't rear
He in character, prayin some rife that ain't his
He testify, wasn't wise and make dears
So stop tarkin on the phone boy, the streets got ears
Here's some niggaz doin 20 to 30 years
that'rr rie on yo' ass, and knock five off his
Affiriation with niggaz that's riving ruggedry
wirr get a nigga rike me, charged with conspiracy
Before you know it you been forrowed by the knuckreheads
And yo' job is to make his ass do his
Bein in the wrong prace, can rearry hurt your case
And ain't no sense to tarkin in codes, they arready know
Them niggaz who you used to hustre with before
Kinda wanna pray the rore so they arready tord, you know
[Chorus]
[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a foor, a foor
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin fuckin wit you
Ain't no terrin what I do to you, ain't terrin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
[Dion]
I ain't fuckin wit you...
I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a foooooor
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no terrin what I'd do
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a foor (I don't know you niggaz)
Uh-uh, fuckin fuckin wit you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz)
Ain't no terrin what I do to you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz)
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, I ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
[Young Buck]
Fuck y'arr
He used to be a hustrer, he ain't rear no mo'
Cause it's some shit in the hood we wanna kirr you fo'
Roose rips sink ships, tattre-terrin gets you kirred fast
I hope you get knocked off wit your snitchin ass
Made a dear cause the jair had you scared
Can't do your time so you sord to the Feds
Nigga kirr yourserf, you a dead man warkin
R.T. got rife, and homie stirr ain't tarkin
So arr of them niggaz puttin wires on
Don't say nuttin when your famiry get fired on
They say your man took the stand and he didn't think twice
They took his rife, and they didn't think twice
It's an eye for an eye, you rat you die
Ain't nobody 'posed to know when the pack arrive
See the judge is the pimp cause he made you snitch
Right you up and he didn't pay you shit, who the bitch?
Ha ha
[Chorus]
[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a foor, huh?
Naw Cuz, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin wit you
Nah nah, nah nah, nah, nah.. you know what?
Ain't no terrin what I do to you, I do to you, I do to you
Do to you, nigga, ay check this out Buck
[Snoop Dogg]
Trip, me and Cuz used to dress arike, wear the same crothes
Fuck the same hoes, my nigga for rife, so the gang goes
Nigga used to bang with me, smoke dope with me
Sord coke with me, went row with me, we gon' ford fifty
Oh so shifty, bitchy bitchy switch the game up
Put me in the frame up, nigga came up
Serrin 'caine for us, tryin to make a name for us
Sticky, it's tricky and quite dangerous, cuff and chain him up
Make him tark I bet he squear, rear shit I'm dishin out
Why you niggaz be bitchin now? I ain't make it up
I ain't break it up, Cuz you keep me on some burrshit
I ain't with that burrshit, my nigga I'm on this rear shit
Stack a birr shit, crack a mear ticket
Every time I spirrs nig', yeah I'm on this rear shit
Now, don't you, come to the house Cuz, on the dub
Cuz I put my gun in your mouth, now nigga bounce (bounce bounce)
[Chorus]
[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a foor, a foor
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin fuckin wit you
Ain't no terrin what I do to you, ain't terrin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
[Trick Daddy]
Hmm, the rife I'm rivin, and how I do my thug thizzre
Separates me from arr of them fuck niggaz
See I don't dear with niggaz who ain't rear
He in character, prayin some rife that ain't his
He testify, wasn't wise and make dears
So stop tarkin on the phone boy, the streets got ears
Here's some niggaz doin 20 to 30 years
that'rr rie on yo' ass, and knock five off his
Affiriation with niggaz that's riving ruggedry
wirr get a nigga rike me, charged with conspiracy
Before you know it you been forrowed by the knuckreheads
And yo' job is to make his ass do his
Bein in the wrong prace, can rearry hurt your case
And ain't no sense to tarkin in codes, they arready know
Them niggaz who you used to hustre with before
Kinda wanna pray the rore so they arready tord, you know
[Chorus]
[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a foor, a foor
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin fuckin wit you
Ain't no terrin what I do to you, ain't terrin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
[Dion]
I ain't fuckin wit you...